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"The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born.

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Now is the time of monsters." Antonio Gramsci

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I imagine you're all there.

Clara, Raúl, Virginia, Andrea…

I imagine she'll bring someone new.

This is not about my life or my last wishes.

It's much simpler.

You're all here, not to talk about me

but to help Raúl

with my last movie.

I don't think you'll mourn me after so much pain and troubles.

So I won't get weepy about this.

You're here to work.

I know it's a pain

to meet up for something like this,

but I think this is and always has been

the only way out.

I want to rest a little.

You all know

what matters is the ending.

Did you know about this?

Me? You're his scriptwriter.

Am I the new character?

What?

He said: "Andrea will bring someone new".

Come on! He made it before he died.

He was a son of a bitch. Ignore him.

Our worst dreams have come true.

What now?

How do we introduce the characters?

Well…

I don't know. Don't drag it on, just decide.

They could be lined up in the garden

with a voice-over presenting them.

Right…

-Close-up. Yes. -You think it's good?

I'd rather…

do it through the scenes, but you want it more theatrical

so let's not argue about it.

OK, it's decided. We'll start with Clara.

Clara, in her fifties…

What can we say about her? Rich heiress,

art enthusiast,

my wife.

We can say something like that. We'll see later,

but I think name and age are enough.

Fine.

Next.

Virginia, 45 years old.

She's an illustrator, but that's not very remarkable.

Virginia isn't a great illustrator.

What's odd is that it's the only thing she's done.

Andrea, actress, 40 years old.

Jorge…

What does Jorge do exactly?

-Jorge, 34 years old. -Okay, fine.

Marta and Fabián, 48 and 37.

You'll introduce them together?

Yes, they're always together.

Raúl, 42. Víctor, 48.

-We're together too? -No, one at a time.

Leave Marta and Fabián together at the end, in the tracking shot.

Jorge…

Yes?

Jorge, you don't know me very well.

I had to have a drink because I can't stand funerals.

We haven't seen each other in ten years.

Shall I bring them up?

Whenever you like. He throws them away.

-How do you know? -They're in the toilet.

Why didn't you tell the lady?

She knows about it,

and it's none of our business.

They're here. Leave it there.

They're here!

We're here.

No.

Do you need any help, Andrea?

With what?

-The luggage. -No luggage. I'm leaving this afternoon.

-You brought four suitcases. -Don't argue with me, Jorge!

Is he dead yet?

No idea. We didn't go up.

I won't be able to cry, I'm…

I'm exhausted.

Calm down, we'll see him tomorrow. Rest.

-You are… -Jorge.

The new character. This way, please.

Why did you bring me here?

We haven't really talked about us.

If there is an us…

They called me the new character.

What do they mean by that?

Are you happy I'm here?

You don't answer…

Andrea, are you listening to me?

Andrea.

There are never enough pillows in this house.

This is not the headboard.

I love you, Jorge.

I like your outfit.

But you should have worn the one you mentioned.

They're the same.

Yes, but maybe the other one suited you more.

Or are you saying it is the same outfit?

Yes, because I only tried on one outfit.

In that case, this is great.

They're not opening up.

-We shouldn't have come. -Try again.

You know they won't open the door.

We can go round the back, get in through the garden windows.

The mud will ruin my shoes.

As a sculptural artist, you should like textures.

If you piss me off, I'll leave. You know I didn't want to come.

No one wanted to be here, but they are. I've heard this so many times.

For over a century we couldn't understand how we'd been tricked.

Isn't that right? That it was all a lie.

It's all a lie.

How many times have we heard this:

"It's all a lie"?

It's terrifying and freaky, don't you think?

The scariest thing though

is when you discover it's all true.

Everything you can imagine comes true, just like that.

Our thoughts are the biggest threat…

As long as mothers believe that kids can be possessed,

there will be children possessed by the devil.

As long as people pray to God,

then He will exist.

As long as people see UFOs and spirits,

there will be aliens and destructive forces.

Be very careful,

because everything is true.

-We have a call… -Hello, Cadija…

Where is everyone?

In their rooms.

In bed already?

I don't think so.

You shouldn't eat here or watch TV. Does the lady know?

What lady?

You shouldn't watch such rubbish shows.

Did you put manure on the lawn?

You shouldn't have. You knew we were coming. It stinks.

That's the third "shouldn't".

-What's wrong? -Leave them. It's none of our business…

Marta says that by not accepting systematic change, we reinforce it,

and there is no need to rebel in this no man's land,

it's enough to stop obeying,

since the rules are worthless and nothing ever happens…

Speak for yourself.

-Got anything to eat? -Pills on the nightstand.

Now, here's "The Envy", because you are an envious piece of crap.

It's pretty clear that you are an envious piece of crap.

I'm not sure if you hung up or if you're there.

I think we got cut off, but I'll carry on.

Speak for yourself.

You've put your IV back in?

Yes, I feel dehydrated.

-What about drinking water? -Don't start, please.

Did they ask about me?

You want as much attention as the first few times?

Yes, they did ask me about you.

-I don't feel well… -I can see that.

What did they ask? And who asked?

I don't know. Everybody…

They asked how you were.

That was Andrea.

Yes, Andrea asked me if you'd died already.

She was drunk. Don't speculate.

-What did you tell her? -Nothing.

Calm down. I'll leave you to it. Carry on with your papers.

Did she look nice?

I didn't see her face. She was horizontal. Anything else?

No.

-How's the new guy? -Well, he's new.

I didn't really notice him.

Give me some time. I'll tell you about him presently.

Presently?

That's what my mother or grandmother would say…

Don't compare me with your mother. Give it a rest.

Another thing my mother would say.

Are we playing ping-pong with words or shall we talk about facts?

We don't know any facts…

that's what this is.

So stop it…

-Why don't you just drink water? -Because the IV does the job.

I'm sick. The whole western world is sick.

The western world?

-Can I ask what illness you have? -Please, just leave me alone…

Please.

Good morning.

Going swimming?

No, I never swim. I never get wet from the waist up.

Why not?

It's symbolic. I don't want to sound thick or weird.

Yes, I can understand that.

You don't get wet from the waist up. You go in the water but never get wet.

I understand the meaning.

You're judging me.

-You don't know me… -No, I mean,

I get the meaning. You were talking about water,

symbols, the subconscious, sexuality…

-I read about this… -Please drop it.

Let it go.

Each time I come here, something happens.

I woke up wanting to go back to drawing.

You'll get over it.

I'm going for a run. Does anyone want to join me?

We don't want to seem odd, but we don't go out.

-It's not dangerous, is it? -Of course not.

We just don't go out.

Shall we see the posthumous video before or after breakfast?

We're trying to organize it.

I…

I'm going to do some drawing.

I want to rest a little.

You know…

what matters is the ending.

Our worst dreams have come true.

What now?

What's this? What's going on?

No, we're not that strange.

I was meant to die tonight, but it hasn't happened yet.

Is this a game?

No. The servants didn't bother checking before they showed you the video.

-They always mess up. They're awful. -Sit down, Jorge. Don't listen!

I need a drink.

-There's no alcohol here. -Oh yes there is!

-Victor, like this, no script? -Yes.

We have a lot of notes.

But we never have a script.

What do you mean by that?

Well, we never do.

Let's see. You need to…

show yourselves how you are…

Well, we believed in you but we were unhappy.

We loved you, but you destroyed us.

Don't sideline me. I'm the scriptwriter.

What? We don't have a script? What's all this then?

I'm not saying you're not useful, but we never had a script.

I'm sorry, useful?

Raúl, you've been Victor's sparring partner.

But when it comes to a script, we never had one.

This wine is horrible. Jorge!

This is bad. Bring me more wine and more ice.

-If it's bad, don't drink it. -More wine and ice!

Until you get to the third one, it's bad.

Raúl, do what you want.

I'm not sure I want to be a part of this nightmare.

Víctor, they said you'd died.

I came here for Clara.

I'm sure I don't want to be part of this nightmare.

The last one was ten years ago

and I still haven't forgotten about it.

Anyway, you're not dead

so you don't need me.

If you want to do this with no script, as Andrea's saying,

you can do it without me.

Let's go, Virginia.

-What? Are you offended? -What are you talking about?

Shut up and draw something.

I know what a script is. We've never had one.

Look…

you've only ever worked with us.

You don't know what a script is.

You've only ever shot a film with us.

Listen…

I'm not leaving…

I don't know why…

Oh, yes. I'm not leaving because of Clara.

Well, Clara hates me so I don't know why I'm staying.

Clara doesn't hate you. The way she talks about you.

She talks about me?

She says great things about you.

Sorry…

She said it's bad?

Yes, it must have been bad.

Make it a double.

Are you an actor?

No, no…

Well, here you're one.

What did Andrea say to Victor's posthumous offer?

I don't think there's a movie. No script, no money,

Andrea doesn't want…

You're wrong.

The film's being made…

What?

They've been filming since you were in the car.

In the car…

Is that a metaphor?

I don't talk in metaphors. I'm not a liar like them.

This is so strange.

I feel uneasy.

For someone who's not an actor, you're really good.

Jorge, the wine.

I wonder why you're here,

all looking so miserable.

Okay, I've been awful.

I've tried my very best.

You all agreed with the rules.

I don't want forgiveness, OK?

I know what happened.

We were great,

we had ideas, and we mattered.

I thought it was just me but it was all of us.

I'm dying.

Even if it's my decision, I'm still dying.

Isn't that enough?

I just wanted to be understood.

Being loved was enough for me.

Are you done?

It's been ages since you've had a show, Virginia.

-What are you implying? -She's never had one.

Shut up.

-It's only sketches, no need to… -Calm down, Virginia.

We've never released a movie either.

We could have released the third.

From the fourth film on, they were rubbish.

The third one was good, wasn't it?

The third one was fantastic.

For everyone.

From the fourth one on, they were rubbish.

I don't want to blame anyone, or go back to the subject but…

we didn't have scripts.

It's always the scriptwriter's fault.

And the first and second ones?

They were both awful.

Yes…

awful.

So, Andrea's new friend,

what do you do?

I met him in a workshop.

You don't have a car.

I'm a dental technician.

This tooth is coming apart.

Can you see it?

Any other questions?

No.

Can you pass the tray? I'll have some fish.

Let's forget the symbolism for now

and just act like normal people. Jorge, the dentist,

won't understand a thing. Let's eat, please.

Of course, let's eat.

We're acting like something happened.

But nothing's happened, right?

I also thought we were acting like something happened.

What do you think happened?

-Nothing. -Exactly. Absolutely nothing.

Well then, let's eat.

I once saw a French film

where they invited a guest to dinner to make fun of him.

No, my love, you're not an idiot.

-Poor guy. -He's confused. That's normal.

-We are too. -We thought he'd died last night.

It's upset all of us, not just you.

Yes, I'm sorry about that.

Now…

we're here…

let's take a step forward.

Together.

Can we please eat now?

The pills were great.

They helped me too.

They finished everything.

Those assholes.

They took all the pills.

-Even the new guy? -No. He left them on his plate.

At least he doesn't put them down the toilet.

I'll talk to him.

He said he's a dental technician.

Sure, and I'm Stalin.

Stalin?

And I'm Freud.

Who's Freud?

Well, I'm someone that's not me.

You're rather odd today too.

I'll talk to him…

Shall we get naked?

We're not like that.

Get the other one.

-Fabián, the cake. -I'll get it.

Sorry.

It's that…

I sometimes have the script

in my head.

I'm going to lie down.

Andrea, wait.

Are you coming to lie down?

In a bit.

I'm going to have a rest.

Why do we pretend if no one

is really interested?

I've had enough.

Yes?

-You're Jorge, right? -Yes.

You won't take the pills, right?

What are they for?

Vitamins, minerals, folic acid.

They don't eat much here.

Okay but they're…

Ah…

also…

antianxiety meds and serotonin reuptake agents.

People come to this house to rest.

-I normally-- -Go for it. It's all the same to me.

There are so many of you and not many pills. We shouldn't waste them.

I won't be taking them.

Okay, just let us know if you change your mind.

If Víctor dies tonight, we'll all need antianxiety meds.

Okay.

-I won't take them. -It's up to you.

One more thing.

You being a doctor…

-Dentist. -Right, dentist.

How did you come up with that?

What do you mean? It's true…

Well, we didn't expect that. It's irrelevant.

It's distracting.

We can't focus on that, understand?

No.

Keep swimming.

Come on, let me see you.

Get rid of those two blocks.

If we need to, we'll resume in the last week.

We're organizing the supplies.

-It's a hassle, so many meals… -Shut up.

Sorry if I interrupt.

I've told you not to come into the house wet.

Sorry, I forgot. I won't do it again.

What do you want?

Nothing, never mind.

It's not important.

Since you're here, just say it.

No, it's not important. I'm sorry.

Did you change your mind about the pills?

I never take anything. I sleep really well.

Maybe if I slept in a strange bed… I'd take them at night.

Of course.

-They come here to rest. -I told him that.

I don't know what to say or not to say…

We'll see what happens…

It's not about not knowing what to say,

your problem is not shutting up.

Accept you're not the main character

and listen out for when it's your turn to speak.

You're dripping water on the floor.

I'm sorry.

Shall we continue?

Yes.

It's dark.

Is it…

last night…

or tonight?

I don't know, I feel dizzy.

Every time we come here I feel so inspired but…

You say the same about the stress of the city.

-That it inspires you and then… -No.

-No? Okay. -This stillness is crippling.

Virginia is right, Raúl. Stop teasing her.

It's maddening.

Coming here is maddening. I knew it would be.

We're all here again

so let's not fight about it.

I'm going to have a drink.

Me too.

Shall we?

Yes, let's go.

Out of the frame!

Ah…

It's okay.

It's not happening.

-Have you been here long? -Yes, a while.

We've all woken up.

Okay.

-Was anyone crying? -No.

-Talking about me? -Don't think so.

Not when I was there.

I woke up with the script in my head and wasn't listening.

You want to talk about the script now, while we shoot?

I don't know.

To clear the air a bit, right?

I feel useless.

Useless? Of course, you're the scriptwriter.

No one does anything here, right?

I don't release any films,

Andrea doesn't act,

you don't write, Virginia doesn't draw…

Clara doesn't…

Clara doesn't.

Don't generalize. We're talking about me.

You forgot Jorge.

Jorge who?

The dentist, Andrea's date.

He does something.

He's a scientist, he gets all the action.

And that passive, helpless look he has…

gets him all the attention.

Can we make something out of this talk?

Go to the typewriter. I'm not getting out of bed.

I get panicked when I have a blank sheet in front of me, too.

I'm the one in front of a blank sheet.

I'm not even going to start.

So you should understand Virginia,

get why she doesn't draw.

We're all still together because we share the nothingness.

Let's forget the couples and focus on Jorge,

the dental technician.

He described himself as the idiot,

the everyman who makes our quirks stand out.

What's the twist?

The usual.

The second part can take an unexpected turn.

The dentist, the practical man,

can take over and become the main character.

Andrea will go ballistic.

She brought him here.

Jorge,

the dental technician,

becomes more important.

I've always understood science, not just the pragmatic parameters.

On the contrary,

like yourselves, I needed…

a creative mind to develop my work.

Doubt, fiction…

that's how I look at the world.

Maybe that's why I agreed to come here with Andrea.

-And because you love me, right? -He loves you?

Probably.

See?

Can you get me some ice?

Hold on.

So, my contribution to this unusual meeting

can become gradually more important and meaningful

to you and the movie, if there is one.

I was right.

You're becoming the main character.

What a good actor.

Stay out of it.

I'm the leading lady and he said he loves me.

He said "probably". You shouldn't assume anything.

We can't assess how a scientific mind can contribute to fiction,

but I'd like to find out.

What scientific mind?

-He's a dental technician. -I don't believe that.

Let me give you an example, Andrea. I guarantee that the spotlight

will come back to you after that.

I don't trust you.

-But he said he loves you. -He said "probably".

Synecdoche is a figure of speech.

It means that you use a part to represent the whole or vice versa.

Like choosing a particular detail

to talk about the whole.

Very interesting, Jorge.

-You're emptying the seats here. -Shut up!

Please go on.

-At my practice, I can draw a picture-- -Draw a picture…

A complete picture of a patient's life and character

just by looking at their teeth.

Really?

Isn't that a creative look at reality?

He'll talk about the democratization of the arts and we'll look silly, you'll see.

Andrea, that's already happened but with all that alcohol, you didn't get it.

Go to hell.

Can you read my teeth?

OK, so I got some information.

You own the house, you're an illustrator who doesn't draw,

you're the director's wife and you're the scriptwriter's wife.

This is just at a glance… I can see much more.

Jorge… go to hell.

Andrea…

Yours I've read many times. That's why I love you.

She gets annoying.

But do keep going, you're doing well.

You're really getting to the point now.

Virginia,

you focus your non-action

on competing with your husband's creativity.

You will go back to drawing.

Okay…

When? How?

Shut your mouth.

But leave your teeth showing.

You will draw when you take notice of Raúl's actions.

And how do I do that?

Have you tried drawing him?

Read mine, please.

-That's strange. -What's wrong?

What is it?

Maybe the canines…

but no, no…

I've rarely seen a more silent mouth than yours.

As if they didn't want to say anything.

However, you own all this,

you put all this at our disposal,

but where are you, Clara? Tell me.

I don't know.

Hey…

Let me see.

Open up.

There's something, Clara…

There's something there.

Something only for you.

Only for you.

Your moment has arrived.

It's time for your silent revolution.

Jorge, what did you read in Andrea's teeth?

Andrea's teeth are hidden by her smile.

She has big white teeth.

If you look closer though,

they show vulnerability.

The gums are discolored, there's fragmentation and bone loss.

Andrea's teeth lie.

After our idiot character's initial invitation,

I can dig deeper into our three couples.

Yes, but only the human side.

No more symbols.

Thrilling

and entertaining…

Well done!

-Better leave it here, right? -Of course.

What now? Dinner or some pills?

They won't eat or sleep.

Really?

Shall we just let the night go on?

Andrea.

Marta, help me!

She looks older from close up, right?

Shall we take her wig off?

You never leave me a choice.

Whoever you bring along. You always do this to me.

He's a bloody dentist!

You're so stupid.

-You don't value silence. -Leave it. The ending's what matters.

Virginia, why do you hate me so much?

What did I say now?

You're just jealous and bitter.

Don't listen to her. She's after me but doesn't dare say it.

Clara,

you bitch.

Moments like these are amazing…

Why don't you just die, you son of a bitch?

I'm not here to ask for forgiveness.

I'm here to tell you that everything I say and do

makes it better for both of us. We came together.

So don't tell me anything.

Let me find out

by myself.

Say it.

-Shall I repeat it? -Yes.

No need to apologize,

everything you do

or say

is better for both of us,

because we came here together

and because you love me.

-What are you doing? -I'm the girl and you love me.

Now Victor and Clara.

Exactly.

Clara, are you asleep?

-Are you sleeping? -Yes.

I need to speak with you.

It may be our last conversation so it should interest you.

Yes… it's always the last conversation.

-Really? -Every night for the last 20 years.

Clara, we had disagreements, disappointments, frustration,

but you know I think the end is what matters.

Can you look at me? This is important.

-I can do two things at once. -That's not true.

You don't listen. You just think you know what I'm saying.

-This is different. It's important. -It always is.

Clara, all this time you've been unhappy,

it was my creative push that was distressing you.

I have the key to your happiness.

You have to stop thinking for me.

Enough of that.

I can take it.

Victor,

it must be very difficult for someone like you

to understand that not everything revolves around them.

But I'm sorry to tell you, sweetheart,

but you can't…

give me back the faith I don't have.

I don't have a name for my problem.

But I do know you're not the problem.

Oh, no?

No.

You're distressed at how I can make my dreams into reality.

Not anymore.

It's so obvious.

My independence makes you feel ill.

No.

You're scared to lose me…

No.

You're jealous…

penis envy…

Whose…

Yours?

Clara…

Are you okay?

Clara?

Whose idea was it to put Jorge in the limelight?

Now he's no longer the new character. He's just Jorge.

Just answer the question.

I don't know, mine or Raúl's. We were trying to find a twist.

He's very attractive.

What?

When he arrived, you asked me what I thought of him.

I asked you to give me time. Well, now I'm answering. He's a…

very attractive man.

Clara,

you can believe it or not, I never slept with Andrea.

Andrea…

You gave Jorge courage.

Listen to me. That ending,

we didn't have concrete answers.

We may seem clueless, stunned, confused,

and yet,

we'll have all the answers.

Be careful, Clara…

with what you're thinking…

You're not used to thinking

or acting.

You may well be wrong.

No way you'll come back from that.

Go to hell.

Don't come after me.

Jorge?

We risked everything by making fools of ourselves.

We relaxed our thinking so much that it stopped.

We knew everything.

We thought it would be fun to reject everything we knew.

We were so cool that we invented the law of levity.

What's this?

What?

Who's meant to say what you're writing?

I don't know. It's just a thought, a note.

-I don't know if it's a dialog. -Make me say it. I like it.

-Okay, I'll check with Victor. -You don't have to check with anyone.

I'm not asking you. It's an order.

It's my house. I'm paying for this movie. I'm tired of being quiet.

That has to be the answer

and I want to say it.

-But I don't know if… -Give it to her, Raúl.

You're making me nervous.

-What are you doing? -I'm drawing.

You're not tearing any paper.

You scared me.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

-What are you doing? -Shut up.

-Why can't I remember the code? -What are you doing?

It's my house. I'm paying for all of this.

-Not that bloody dentist… -You're scaring me. What's wrong?

Why can't I remember the code?

Clara, what's wrong?

Why can't I remember the code?

Why can't she remember it?

Because it's not her house.

-Shall we cut? -No, wait a moment.

Play the recording of the girl.

The recording of the girl.

Can you her that?

What's happening?

Can you hear a little girl?

What are you doing?

I finished a drawing.

I don't want you to draw me.

I finally finished one. I don't get you.

I can't finish a script.

I'm not an example. Don't look at me.

Raúl, don't do this.

I finished a drawing and you didn't even look at it.

The ending is what matters. I'm not the one finishing the story.

Raúl, Virginia,

-did you hear the little girl? -Little girl?

-Where from? -Not the basement.

-Not from upstairs either. -It's true.

It's coming from there.

Let's split up and search before it stops.

I think it's from ahead.

Hey!

What are you doing there?

What is this?

A movie.

Cut!

Not good enough for me.

They're here!

What's this?

So…

-I'm not the director. -No…

Well, you're playing the director.

In that case, I don't want to die. I'm not sick.

We don't know that for sure

since we haven't written the ending.

You're writing a movie with no ending.

Oh, please. What a mess!

We had an ending, but the producer wasn't convinced.

We're improvising as we go along.

May I ask who the producer is?

-May I? -Yes.

Jorge, where are you going?

You're the producer…

-Víctor. -Yes?

Did you know about this?

No. I'm just a character.

I always wanted a good role.

The dental technician seemed perfect.

Don't bother explaining.

I'm used to liars like you.

That's why… I couldn't remember the code.

This is not my house.

-What code? -To the safe.

Okay.

So we're halfway through the movie

and we have to finish it.

Am I the leading lady?

Well, not exactly.

-Do I drink? -Yes.

Don't interrupt me, please.

We need a few hours to figure out an ending

and we need your cooperation.

-And your patience. -Yes, that too.

Can you tell us what this is?

What's the main idea behind it?

What story are we telling?

She's right. We need an explanation.

None of that "reflecting on identity"-crap.

The movie's a bit about that,

cinema, identity…

And in a more abstract sense, human and artistic discourse--

You may have felt a little lost in this comedy--

What comedy? I tried to kill myself,

that woman can't be an illustrator,

always cowed by her husband's success, who can't even write a bloody line.

-I wrote quite a lot just now. -Please shut up.

And this dying man who wants to do his posthumous piece.

And this one…

doesn't know who she is.

I've had enough. I thought I had the answer,

that my life would have some meaning,

and you're telling us we're not the ones making the movie…

You're right.

I was writing the answers to everything,

and now you tell me I'm not the writer…

I want to get out of here.

No, no.

Don't leave.

We are locked in.

They won't let us out.

I want to leave.

I'm sorry.

This hissy fit would be more appropriate for my character.

How can you keep acting when you know who we are?

Or better still, who we're not…

-I'm leaving. Don't try and stop me! -Stop you?

Go on, just leave.

Take your rags and leave! You're useless.

Marta!

Go. Let's see who stops you.

You're not coming?

No.

I'm staying.

No one wants to go with her?

We're not stopping you, okay?

Now…

If you leave, you're not coming back.

It's about courage.

You don't come in and out of this movie as you please.

No one wants to listen to so many lies.

Carry on complaining about how bad it all is.

You want to change the world from this place?

There's action out there.

It's very decadent…

That's lovely, but we don't have all night.

Come on!

No one wants to come with me?

I don't know what's out there either.

Here I have something to hold on to,

even if it's a creative block and a dying marriage.

Dying marriage?

Just leave now, will you?

Get out!

You see? Anyone can leave.

Is that…

You've watched The Exterminating Angel too much!

If no one else wants to leave…

Back to work!

It 's odd but I have to admit

this new twist is kind of a relief.

I was stressed because I couldn't write.

Now I know I'm playing a part,

a role that is part of something.

I feel useful.

Useful?

Well, if you analyze it,

this is…

an advantage for us.

I'm really disappointed.

I started drawing, I felt there was a way out.

I could have held on a little longer.

Me too…

I feel like I just woke up. I wanted to know what was next.

I thought I started my own personal revolution.

A personal revolution?

You were flying blind.

I don't care what you think after what happened.

Keep it to yourself.

All we can do is wait

and we have to do that in silence.

What we say can be used to narrate our uncertain future.

It's true… we should keep quiet.

Let them write.

You're lazy and impotent.

Go to hell!

I'm getting a drink.

I'm not feeling well.

I feel dizzy. I need to lie down.

You're doing the right thing.

What is the right thing here?

Going back to our roles.

Victor's not feeling well, Andrea's pouring a drink,

You and Virginia are annoyed with Raúl and Víctor…

You want us to carry on like nothing happened

after everything we found out?

Please, I'm serious, I need…

I need to lie down.

I need to lie down…

Even if this is a game where we don't have faith,

if we continue doing it, we'll end up believing in it.

That's life.

For example, we know about death

and we play along,

we let it fool us,

don't we?

You're right.

-I'm going back to drawing. -No.

It's about you trying to draw and tearing up the paper.

I'm going to draw, pretending I can't.

That's it. And you find yourself little by little.

Trying to draw, without managing to do it.

Wait.

Not so fast.

I'm losing track.

Trying…

you try…

to draw…

without managing it.

What about me?

You, Clara…

you thought you started to reinvent yourself

and had the answers for us…

Yes.

What happened was

you noticed me

and decided to get closer…

But you were with Andrea.

You knew that from the start

and you still agreed to mess around.

I wasn't important to this film, I was finished.

Welcome to the club of people who have the answers at the end.

Jorge.

Jorge!

More ice.

Right away.

Bitch.

We're out of this mess.

We can all breathe.

Not me.

I need…

my IV…

need…IV…

Make a note that I'm dehydrated. Write it all down.

-I'm drawing you. -I know.

I will limit you.

I know that.

Okay…

Looks like we're tying up loose ends.

Give me a moment…

Maybe we can get back to the ending we had.

Are you sure? We were back on track.

If we keep working, maybe there's hope.

There is no hope.

Give me a moment to read.

How many boxes of anxiety meds left?

I don't know. Four, five…

We can still solve it.

We have until morning to think of another outcome.

It's our turn.

Are you sure? Can we please think of another ending?

Don't worry, I'll do it.

With all the fuss, we haven't made any food.

I imagine this is enough.

Marta,

we decided it wouldn't end like this.

Yeah, but…

Believe me, we've tried,

we've thought about it and…

this is all we have.

We don't have to.

If we keep believing in who we are.

You're right.

we have to move on.

Are there enough pills for all of us?

I don't know. Neither Victor nor I had foreseen this ending.

Jorge, you're a doctor. Are there enough?

He's not a doctor. He's the producer.

Shut up.

I'm not a doctor, I'm a dentist.

I think there are. Victor is right.

If we believe in who we are we don't have to do this.

We can do it.

Let's not let the servants tell us what to do.

That's right.

I never liked those two.

It must have been terrible when I let Victor hire them.

-Are they a couple? -They say so, but they're not.

Clara figured it out from the start,

didn't you, sweetheart?

Didn't you, darling?

Come on Clara.

I don't think I can.

Yes, you can, look. Jorge, my tooth is breaking up.

Oh yes, it's true.

We'll check that last root canal when we get home.

Come on, Clara, admit it.

You realized on the first day they weren't a couple.

Yes, it's true.

They sleep

in a bungalow in the garden.

In the same room.

We don't care about that, Clara.

They can do what they want in private.

As long as they're paid, they should do their job.

-When Raúl and I got here-- -Don't tell them.

Don't butt in, Virginia.

-Don't tell me what to do! -It's none of our business.

Shut up. It's your fault I'm not drawing.

Okay…

-This is awkward. -No, love.

They always argue in public.

We're not that strange, Jorge.

Apart from certain eccentric behaviors,

we are very conventional.

Andrea is right. They love arguing in public.

Three, seven, five, three…

What?

Three, seven, five, three. The code. I remember!

-Memory can feed on lies. -Shut up!

Don't say that number out loud.

Shut up, idiot! No one will rob you.

I don't even remember the numbers.

Don't apologize.

He's taking advantage of our politeness.

We shouldn't have come.

Look,

I'm not leaving.

I don't know why I'm not leaving.

Well yes, because it's night time,

but as soon as the sun's up, Jorge and I are leaving.

Jorge.

Jorge!

Jorge?

Jorge!

More ice?

Let's go!

Right away.

They won't leave. Tomorrow we'll finish the movie.

Yes, we will.

I'm going to…

I'm tired. I'm going to lie down in my room.

I'm coming with you.

It was a long day.

What shall we do with these?

Flush them down the toilet?

They float.

No. We'll leave them here.

We can still change our minds.

-Shall we cut? -No, wait.

Now. Cut!

What do we do now?

They can't carry on lying when they're in their rooms.

They'll come out for the pills.

Why don't you try to sleep?

Maybe if we manage tonight, we'll find a way out.

Out there with everyone else…

I did my best, but it's impossible to keep this going.

I don't think they can either.

Do you think I can sleep, huh?

We have something in common. Focus on that.

You can't draw and I can't write.

That would help you get back on track.

I can't come with you, Raúl…

Or whatever your name is.

If you can't sleep in the same bed with me

get out of the room.

His jaw was unhinged all day.

I haven't heard anything so funny in ages.

I didn't think you were this funny.

The life of a dentist isn't as boring as you think.

People's nerves during visits create some funny situations.

I crack the nurses up.

What's wrong?

-There's someone in the dining room. -It doesn't matter.

We're doing fine.

Keep talking.

Another joke.

-Just a moment. -Why is that?

-Just a moment. -Jorge…

-No… -Andrea, just a moment…

-Just a moment… -Jorge…

Jorge!

Jorge!

Drop dead!

Get out! Get out!

Are you awake?

Yes.

They're in the living room.

I heard them.

-We should go downstairs. -No, wait.

You had the answer. You'd rebelled.

You were supposed to change things.

Did you have the answer?

Yes.

What was it?

We had risked everything by making fools of ourselves.

We'd relaxed our thinking to the point it stopped.

We knew practically everything.

We thought we could have fun by ignoring what we knew.

We were so cool that we invented the law of levity.

-That's it? -Yes.

And?

I don't know.

Wait.

Let's get the money from the safe.

Do you remember the code: five…

We were all lying.

I made up the number.

Shall we go down?

Take the IV.

No…

TO DUNIA FOR YOU AND WITH YOU

Subtitle translation by: Cristina Popa